From this so many weights of baseness cannot a dram of worth be drawn.
His ambition swell'd so much that it did almost stretch the sides o' th' world.
'Tis such fools as you that makes the world full of ill-favored children.
Sell when you can, you are not for all markets.
Let's meet as little as we can.
I do desire we may be better strangers.
You do me most insupportable vexation.
The complaints I have heard of you I do not all believe,
'tis my slowness that I do not; for I know you lack not folly to commit them and have ability enough to make such knaveries yours.
Your reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff; you shall seek all day ere you find them and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Henceforth be never number'd among men.
Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! Vile thing, let loose,
Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent!
I do repent the tedious minutes I with you have spent.